Alisa. 37. New Hampshire. Married for almost three years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my five year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (6). Gushingly in love with our baby boy Harper(1). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
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Country Booty

After dropping Keegan at school I headed to NY to pick up Jeff. We had lunch with his mom and sister and then headed back in order to pick up Keegan in time. So basically a whole day spent in the car. I drove back a different way then I went so at least the scenery changed. Keegan is eating supper and Jeff is getting dinner prepped so we can eat after Keegan goes to bed. He will stay here through the weekend since he was going to come to my place on Friday evening and it doesn't make sense for him to drive home three hours just to come back tomorrow. I'm sure he'll find ways to amuse himself while I'm at work. I'll come home for lunch with him tomorrow as we'll probably have leftover chicken masala and jasmine rice from tonight.
The upside of all that driving is the varied radio stations. My previous favorite silly country song was "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off." But today I heard a new one that blows it away, "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." Let me give you a sample:

Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
You ain't gotta hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)

My friend Angie is the only other person I have heard use the phrase "slap your grandma."

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